TITLE: I Remember 
AUTHORS: Salustra and Petxnd 
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; PetXnd: petxnd@yahoo.co.uk . 
RATING: FRAO, Adults only, 
PAIRING: Spike/ Xander 
SUMMARY: Spike and Xander celebrate Valentine's Day. Done for the Valentine's 
Day Challenge 2006 for the LJ community fluffy_spike. 
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ; 
My livejournal - http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=salustra ; the 
Basement of Doom LJ community - 
http://www.livejournal.com/community/basementofdoom ; and the website Weird 
Romances- http://www.salustra.vague-disclaimer.org . Anyplace else is fine, 
just let us know where it's going. 
SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS. 
WARNINGS: Not much, really, aside from m/m sex and shameless schmoop. 
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the boys, but we're just having fun. No money 
made, don't sue us! 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 
Length: 2497 Words. 



Xander packed up his things, shoving the last of the plans into his briefcase. 
At least he would be home on time, which was good. He and Spike had been 
together a while now and at last everyone accepted it, even Buffy and Giles. 
They had a nice apartment, Spike had mysteriously acquired a healthy bank 
balance from somewhere and they had settled into an easy domestic routine and 
Xander had a job he actually liked and was good at. They still fought 
occasionally, but the cutting remarks that had been designed to hurt feelings 
were gone and they never went to bed angry with each other. Sometimes they just 
didn't go to bed! 

Sheila poked her head in. "You still here? Haven't you and Spike made plans?" 

Xander looked at the middle-aged woman who was his PA. "Plans?" 

She frowned. "For tonight, don't tell me two lovebirds like you haven't 
something planned for Valentines Day!" 

Xander's mouth dropped. "Oh god!" He'd forgotten! He whimpered. He'd stop and 
get something on the way home. He hurried out. 

Xander clutched the card and the flowers and Spike's favorite chocolates... He'd 
know he'd forgotten he just *knew* he would. Time for Xander to grovel big time..
.Xander opened the door to the apartment, and it was dark except for one lamp 
on a side table. On the table is a small icebucket with a bottle of coke, a 
bottle opener, and a note. The note said, 'Sit down, have a drink, relax. Then 
get dressed and go to the first place I ever saw you.' Xander put his briefcase 
down and put the card, flowers and expensive chocolates on the table. He 
re-read the note. He looked around, the apartment was still and quiet, 
obviously vamp free. If Spike was around he usually made his presence felt. 
Xander got the coke and glass and sat down to do as Spike said... 'First place 
he'd seen him?' He smiled as he remembered. He'd been nearly seventeen dancing 
with Buffy at The Bronze, Spike wanted him to go to the Bronze. Xander finished 
his drink and changed out of his work clothes and then locked the apartment and
 made his way to The Bronze. 

Xander walked into the Bronze. There was a band playing, slower romantic numbers 
as couples swayed on the floor. He had made it partway to the bar before he 
felt strong arms wrap around him from behind. "Hello, pet. May I have this 
dance?" 

Xander jumped when Spike's arm slid round him, He turned smiling. "Oh, I don't 
know, I have this boyfriend he's very jealous, the possessive type." 

Spike chuckled softly. "You bet your arse he is." Spike kissed him, softly at 
first, then growing more passionate. 

Xander leaned into the kiss and they swayed gently to the music. Xander let 
Spike lead, as always. In most things they were equals, but when it came to it, 
Spike was definitely the 'husband' in the relationship and they both liked it 
that way. "I remember the first time I saw you here. You stood there." Xander 
nodded. "Watching Buffy." 

Spike shook his head. "Mostly watching you. I was here to case her out, but you 
drew my attention from the first." 

Xander moved back to look at him... "I did? I thought you were hitting on 
Buffy" 

"Nah. I got her out in the alleyway to issue my challenge, that was all." 

Xander smirked. "I remember... I thought you looked so hot." He blushed. 

Spike grinned and dipped Xander back a bit as they danced. "Did you really?" 

Xander gasped as Spike dipped him back, holding him in powerful arms. "I did... 
Blond hair, cheekbones to die for. Muscles. Bluest eyes I'd ever seen and your 
voice. Sexiest thing I'd ever heard.... First time I even thought about another 
man." 

Spike pulled him back up and kissed him again. "I like that I was your first." 
Spike held him close as the music ended. "Now go to the bar and ask the 
bartender for your next clue. I'll see you there." Spike moved with his 
vampiric speed, out the door almost before Xander could even raise a hand to 
protest. 

Xander watched him go... He wanted to tell him... he was his first, his *only* 
he'd never looked at another man or woman the way he'd looked at Spike. He shook 
his head and made his way to the bar. The bartender smiled... "Blondie gave me 
this." He handed Xander the note..."You two..." the man shook his head... 

Xander read the note. 'Stop one of our love chase has ended. The next stop is 
the place where we almost touched, when you nearly felt the kiss of my fangs. 
But three was a crowd. No crowd this time, only us.' Xander puzzled. There had 
been so many fleeting touches over the years. Then he remembered Parent Teacher 
Night. Spike crashing into the school hell bent on killing Buffy.... Running to 
fetch Angel and then being dragged inside and Spike, fierce and dangerous. The 
most wonderful thing Xander had ever seen. The thrill, the fear, the arousal as
Angel offered him and Spike bent over him. He trembled with arousal at the 
memory.... He hurried from the Bronze, making his way to the High School. 

The halls were quiet as Xander walked in. When he reached the section of 
hallway that they originally met, Spike was there waiting with a single rose in 
his hand. Xander smiled and took the rose. "I remember this," He said quietly. 
"You crashing through the window, Giles sending me out through the stacks to 
get Angel. Coming back, asking him what he was going to do. Then he grabbed me 
and dragged me in and you were standing right here... I was so scared, so 
excited, god, even aroused..." 

Spike grinned back and leaned in. "I could smell your arousal." 

Xander blushed. "It was here, this exact spot. Angel bent me over and you were 
going to eat me. You pressed against me and I could feel your coat, smell the 
cigarettes and I was more scared of his bite than yours, then you socked him 
and pulled me free and then we were running." 

Spike chuckled and pulled Xander close, letting his gameface show. "You wanted 
me to bite you, din't you?" 

Xander leaned in, his heart racing. "God, yes! I only ran because Angel did and 
the Minions looked like they were going to attack." He looked on the face of 
the demon. "God, you're so beautiful." He traced the ridges with a finger. "If 
only I'd stayed." 

Spike licked his lips and purred softly. "If you'd stayed I'd've either turned 
you or made you into a pet." 

Xander giggled nervously. "Would you have made me a Childe... Or kept me your 
naked sex slave?" 

"Mmmm. Either alternative is *soo* tempting." Spike slid his hands down onto 
Xander's ass. 

Xander laughed. "As opposed to now, when I'm just your sex slave!" He pressed 
back into his hands. "Always so deadly, so damned sexy." 

"Yeah, well the deadly part is kinda leashed now, chip and all. But I'm glad 
you still think I'm sexy." 

Xander shook his head.... "I always think of you as deadly. Most of the demon 
population do, and you're the sexiest being I know!" He leaned in and kissed 
him deeply. 

Spike kissed him back, his fangs lightly cutting into Xander's lips as they 
kiss. He tasted the droplets of blood. 

Xander pressed into the kiss, knowing how Spike enjoyed the small tastes of his 
blood, as much as he loved the feel of fangs. "So damned romantic," he mumbled. 

"I try, pet. It's important, you know. Romance." Spike cupped his cheek and 
looked into his eyes. 

Xander looked into his eyes. "Who would have took the Big Bad for being 
romantic.... Every day is like this with you Spike, you take care of me and I 
love you so much." 

"I love you too, pet. So much." Spike kissed him again, softly this time, 
letting his gameface slide away. 

Xander touched his face. "I never stop wondering how this all happened, I still 
can't believe it sometimes, how I got to be so lucky." 

"I think the same thing." Spike rubbed against Xander's hand. "Time for the 
next stop. Go to your old locker, open it, look inside. I'll meet you at the 
next stop." 

Xander nodded. He watched as Spike turned, his duster billowing round him as he 
strode off. Every inch the Big Bad... He moved along the corridor to his old 
locker and opened it. How on earth did Spike know which one it was? Probably 
Willow told him. He took out the note and read...'Last stop on our chase. Come 
to meet me underground, in the place we first made love.' 

Xander smiled. Spike's old crypt... Was it even still there? He knew it was, 
fallen into disrepair after the last time the Initiative raided it. He hurried 
towards the cemetery...He went straight to it. Bits of rubble lay around, but 
most was still standing, and he pulled open the door. His footsteps echoed as 
he walked inside, so many memories coming back. 

As Xander made his way down the ladder to the bedroom, he was surprised by what 
he saw. It had been cleaned and repaired, and there was a new bed in the middle 
of the room. There were candles lit everywhere, giving a soft glow, and incense 
scenting the air. Spike was stretched out, naked, against blood-red silk sheets 
on the bed. Rose petals were strewn over the floor and over the sheet and over 
Spike's body, dark red against his pale skin. 

Xander's mouth fell open and he smiled. "Wow," he breathed softly, walking 
forward, hardening in his jeans. "You've done the place up. Bit different from 
the first time. " He began to undress. "I always loved this place. Because you 
were here and I was allowed to be myself... You let me fall apart and you put 
me back together." 

Spike nodded. "I know. I remember the first time you came here. All torn up, 
conflicted, not knowing for sure what you wanted. Me pulling you into a kiss, 
then into bed with me." 

"I was so confused. We'd had that big fight in the cemetery and I sucker 
punched you because you called me a 'poufter'. I was SO repressed. I knew what 
I felt for you and I hated myself for it." He sat and took off his sneakers. "I 
came here to stake you, finish it once and for all... " He giggled, "I was the 
one got staked!" 

"Yeah, well...luckily for you I could smell what you were feeling, what you 
really wanted." 

Xander finished stripping and lay beside him on the silk sheets. "One moment 
nose to nose. Me with a stake in my hand, then we were kissing... stumbling 
down here. Tearing our clothes off. Lucky we made the bed!" 

Spike chuckled. "Yeah. It was one hell of a first time." 

Xander laughed. "It was a blur... One second I was standing, next naked on my 
back in your bed and your fingers up my ass!" 

"You certainly seemed to like it well enough." Spike rolled Xander under him, 
rubbing their naked bodies together. 

"You didn't give me chance to think about it." He touched Spike's face. "Which 
was best... You were so gentle, but you weren't going to take no for an answer. 
I loved it...Loved every moment since. I cried for hours after and you just 
held me rocking me, telling me it'd be ok and it was... It has been ever since." 

"You needed it. I've always been a bloody sucker for being needed. And I needed 
you in return." 

Xander arched against him as Spike rubbed their erections together "I do need 
you Spike, so much everyday...You keep me together, you see me at my worst, my 
best... I wonder how you do it sometimes." 

Spike grins. "I just take ruthless advantage of my sinister attractiveness and 
muscular but compact body," he says, using Xander's own words against him. 

Xander laughed "God I was SO jealous when I thought you were having sex with 
Buffy and then she said she wasn't having sex with you but thought I might 
be... Sort of brought it all together. And you are... Compact, muscular, 
mysterious." His eyes twinkled 

Spike licked across Xander's neck and nipped on the Claim mark on his neck. 
"You're such a romantic." 

Xander snorted. "Pot, kettle." His hands roamed over Spike's back and he cupped 
his ass. "MY romantic vampire...Only you could have thought of this, Spike. All 
I managed was a card, some flowers and your favorite chocolates... " He pulled 
him into a kiss. 

Spike purred and pressed back into the kiss. "Yeah, well, you have a job to do. 
I have a lot more time to play with." 

Xander nodded. "I know, baby, and I'm sorry you're alone so much," He moaned 
softly. "I guess it's time to start thinking about what we've discussed. Willow 
has the spell and the orb, she's just waiting for us to tell her when." He 
stroked his vampire's hair. "You know I want to be with you forever." 

"I know. Maybe next year. You know Buffy and Giles will throw a royal fit." 

Xander kissed him.... "They'll have a year to get used to it, a year for us to 
plan the details, get Deadboy on board... It would be romantic.... " 

"It would. Especially since I was turned on Valentine's as well." 

Xander's eyes widened. "You were... That means.... Spike! Why didn't you tell 
me today was your Deathday?!" 

Spike grinned sheepishly. "Din't want to make a big deal of it." 

"Not a big deal! Of course it is! Who would have taken Deadboy for being so 
romantic!" His eyes twinkled mischievously.... "Wait till I see him!" 

Spike laughed. "I'd pay good money to see that encounter." 

"Maybe I'll just blackmail him in an email! " He giggled..."So Valentines AND 
your Deathday..." He smiled wickedly... "This bed come equipped with chains? 
And I hope the lube is the large size!" 

Spike grinned back, just as wickedly. "You know me so well." Spike licked his 
lips, pulling cuffs attached to chains out from where they had been hidden under 
plump pillows. 

"You put the boy scouts to shame! Well, your always saying you can keep it up 
all night. Usually right before you drop off to sleep!" Xander wriggled on the 
bed. 

"Is that a challenge I'm hearing? I think you may be calling in to work 
tomorrow." 

"I've already got the day off." Xander waggled his eyebrows. 

Spike chuckled. "Isn't that convenient?" 

"You're not the only one who can plan!" 

"Good. Because I'm intending on making good use of this bed." Spike locked the 
cuffs on Xander's wrists. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love." 

"Happy Deathday sweetheart!"